140 - I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke
I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke Chapter 140
At that moment, a rumbling sound echoed from the ground.
Santi was crawling out of the sand towards her.
He probably thought he was approaching stealthily, but Gerald could hear even Santi's breathing in detail.
"Kuaaaaack."
As Santi revealed his face from the sand, Gerald, with Aura imbued in his Sword, floated into the air.
It took ten knights to kill one Santi, but that was when he wasn't around.
The Sword imbued with Aura pressed down on the joint connecting Santi's head and body.
"Kuaaaaaaa!"
Santi screamed and twisted his whole body to shake him off.
Gerald didn't care and pressed down harder on the Sword.
"Kuaaaaaaa!"
Santi, churning the sand with dozens of feet, burrowed into the sand and hid.
Gerald pulled out his Sword and listened carefully.
He could hear Santi running away far away, but there was no time to chase after Santi and deal with him.
Was there anything else left behind?
Gerald looked around with a small hope.
There was something sparkling in the sand under the sunlight.
When he hurriedly dug through the sand, it was a Video Stone.
As Gerald turned on the Video Stone with trembling hands, an image soon floated in the air.
The Video Stone must have been pressed by accident, as the focus was not right and the screen moved around.
<No. Call him.>
<What?>
Marin tore her pouch.
White powder scattered in the air.
<What are you doi->
<Kuaaaaack.>
She called Santi.
"...Marin."
Ha. Gerald felt his chest swell.
The most wonderful woman in the world was captured on the video.
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Marin tried to open her eyes slowly, but her eyelids stung.
In addition, something heavy like a poultice was pressing on her face.
"Oh, miss. Are you awake?"
An exotic woman's accent was heard from the side.
Marin raised her hand to remove the cloth covering her face, but was stopped by a gentle touch.
"Your face is all red from sunburn, so it's better to soothe it."
Ah, so that's why her face was so sore?
Marin put her hand back down and opened her lips.
"...Where is this?"
Her voice was hoarse, and a faint voice barely leaked out.
"This is Prince Leoram's palace."
Leoram? It was a name she had heard somewhere.
Could it be?
Marin was startled and sat up abruptly.
The poultice and white cloth that had been covering her face fell onto the bed.
"The Third Prince?"
"Yes. This is the palace of Tan Leoram Sanders, the Third Prince."
A woman in a dress with a deeply exposed cleavage handed her a wet towel.
Marin obediently took the wet towel and carefully wiped her face.
As she said, her face stung as if it had been sunburned. While pretending to wipe her face diligently, she rolled her eyes to look around.
There were gold pillars and gold tables, and the bed she was lying on was also made of gold.
Following the Diamond Carriage, now a palace made of gold.
She could almost hear Surenne's voice saying, 'Waste of money.'
Marin gave a slightly disgusted look, then turned her gaze back to the woman sitting in front of her.
The kind-looking woman with black hair was wearing a flimsy, light blue dress that revealed her skin.
She had heard that the Sanders Empire was hot, so the clothing was liberal.
"Then, is this the Sanders Imperial Palace?"
Marin, having finished wiping her face, handed the wet towel to the woman in front of her.
The woman, taking the wet towel, smiled brightly and nodded.
"Yes, it is."
"Have I been lying down for a long time?"
"You've been asleep for about two days."
"Ah..."
She had been lying down for two days.
Two days in the desert, and two days unconscious. It had already been four days.
She had to return to the Duke's Castle quickly.
"Could you please tell the Third Prince that I am grateful for being rescued? I have to go back now, so-"
"Sweetie. You should say things like that directly so I don't feel left out. Don't you think?"
Tan, interrupting her, entered the room with a playful smile.
"Have you arrived, Your Highness."
The woman rose from her seat and bowed to Tan.
"Bitra. Thank you for taking care of Sweetie."
"It's nothing, Your Highness. It is my great pleasure to take care of Your Highness's lover."
Marin was surprised and stared at Tan with wide eyes.
What? His Highness's lover?
Tan, meeting her bewildered gaze, smiled and winked.
"Leave."
"Yes."
After Bitra left, Tan took the seat she had been sitting in and looked at Marin's face with a worried expression.
"Your cute face is still red. How upsetting."
Marin, still surprised, stammered and rattled off words like a machine gun.
"Your Highness's lover? Me? Why? I have a fiancé? Something seems very wrong?"
Tan burst into laughter, his eyes crinkling.
"Whoa, whoa. Calm down, Sweetie."
"Calm down or whatever, please explain."
"After finding Sweetie in the desert and bringing you to the palace, people misunderstand on their own. What am I supposed to do? Should I grab each and every maid and say, 'Actually, she's not my lover'?"
"You should!"
Marin nodded as if it were obvious.
"I'm a prince, you know?"
"You still should!"
"I'm a prince, I tell you?"
Tan giggled and repeated the same words.
She had felt it before, but this person was impossible to reason with.
Marin closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath to calm the anger boiling inside her.
As he said, it would be strange for a prince to meet with each maid and explain that she was just a woman he knew.
Still, it was unfair to be misunderstood as another man's lover out of the blue.
Marin, calming her mind and opening her eyes, bowed her head to Tan, who was looking at her and giggling.
"Thank you for saving me."
"Oh, you finally thought of saying hello?"
As Tan made a pointed remark with a smile, Marin blushed.
She should have started with a thank you to the benefactor who had saved her life in the desert, but she had forgotten because she had heard such an absurd story.
"I admit it. The order was wrong. I'm sorry."
At her sincere apology, Tan's eyes softened.
"As expected, I like Sweetie. You still don't want to break off your engagement?"
"No. I don't. And I'm not Sweetie, I'm Marin."
"Yes, Sweetie."
As expected, he was impossible to reason with. It would be more refreshing to talk to a wall.
Marin sighed and lowered her gaze to get out of bed, then widened her eyes.
She was wearing a flimsy, light apricot-colored dress that subtly revealed her skin.
Marin, with a bewildered expression, inadvertently raised her head and met Tan's eyes.
Tan read her gaze and chuckled.
"The dress suits you well."
"Kyaa!"
Marin screamed belatedly and quickly wrapped herself in the blanket.
"...Why? Why are my clothes!"
"The maids washed Sweetie's dress. You were rolling around in the desert. The maids cleaned Sweetie and changed her into this dress."
Marin fidgeted inside the blanket and groped for her wrist. The bracelet Gerald had given her was also gone.
"What about my belongings?"
"Over there."
Looking at the place he pointed to, her navy blue dress, dagger, bracelet, and notebook, all neatly laundered, were there. It was a relief.
Seeing her belongings calmed her anxious heart.
"By the way, I heard the West is quite well-off, so why are you wearing such a dress?"
Marin pretended not to hear him and blurted out what she wanted to say first.
"I want to change my dress, so could you please leave?"
"Hmm, I don't think I can do that?"
Tan gave a troubled smile and flicked his fingers.
"Why?"
"This is my room."
"Yes?"
Marin stared up at Tan with wide eyes.
Of course, the room looked unusual because it was decorated entirely in gold.
But this was the prince's room?
"Why am I here?"
"Because you're my lover?"
"You know that's not true!"
Her throat stung as she raised her voice.
"I know. But the maids don't."
Haa... Marin sighed with a tired face.
"Then, could you lend me a room? I'll move."
"I don't think I can do that either?"
"Why?"
Marin made a tearful face and stared at Tan's face.
"Because you're my lover?"
"Yes?"
"If Sweetie leaves my room tonight, rumors will spread that Sweetie has no charm, and rumors will spread that I have no stamina, right?"
Marin gaped with a dumbfounded expression. She was so dumbfounded that she lost her words.
What? Charm? Stamina? Why are you rhyming!
"So, you'll have to spend the night with me tonight."
Tan slowly got up and approached the bed.
